Date: Sun, 05 Feb 2023 16:38:21 +0000 From: pennasterone Subject: (Self-)Restrainement Part 4 (Authoritarian) Self-restraint, Part 4 Category: Authoritarian The story is inspired by real life, but written out of my imagination, so I claim copyright to the entire text. This is my first attempt as an active part of nifty. English is not my native language. So enjoy and be kind. Feedback is always welcome: pennasterone@protonmail.com Keep in mind: nifty.org means freedom and fun – make a donation (https://donate.nifty.org/) to preserve it. After the number in the bathroom I made a decision: Timo had now really gone too far. With the whole game (if it was such), had to be an end. When we sat down to eat, I opened my decision to him and added: "This just ruins everything in the end anyway. Our friendship. My relationship with Jonas and yours with Katja." "Man, dude, don't make it so dramatic again. It's just sex. And actually not even that." "Just?!?", I exclaimed. "Yeah: just. You know, this is really exhausting with you. I do appreciate that you put your mind to it before our hiking trips, that everything is well planned out and that you have with you what is necessary. But beyond that, life is also possible without planning. Just let happen what happens. And say honestly: we only did things you wanted anyway." I was silent for a moment. "Not really." "Oh, yes you did. You may not have known it before, but then you wanted it. Gee, I've seen you trotting along behind me more and more lost in thought the last few months. Somehow dissatisfied. Or just unsatisfied." Timo grinned impudently and continued: "It was clear to me from the start that you weren't the mother-in-law type of gay man. At least not only. But you packed the rest away right away when you came out, and you'd rather pretend to be an ideal world with Jonas than let yourself be really taken in, as you actually wish." That went a bit far for me. But somehow it hit the core. The sex with Jonas was just rather comfortable. "It's not completely wrong what you say, Timo. But for a stable relationship, you have to give up some other possibilities. In any case, I don't want an open partnership. That's too exhausting for me, for one thing, and gay tops aren't always my cup of tea, either." "Sure, because they're gay. You just want a guy. One who usually inseminates women and shows you that you make him horny anyway. It's okay." I looked at him questioningly. "Real friends help each other out, don't they?" continued Timo. "I help you out as far as your real needs are concerned. And you make yourself a little useful by helping me out while Katja is in England, giving both my hands a rest for a change. I have a lot of pressure, but I don't want to start anything with another girl. Katja is the first woman with whom I can imagine starting a family. I'm not putting that at risk." "Yes you are, that's exactly what you're doing with what we've pulled here." "Bullshit, dude: we would have spent that time together anyway. And whether our hiking weekend includes a few extras, neither Katja nor Jonas need care. I'm no competition for him, you're no competition for her. It's just fun and win-win." He pushed his polo shirt up and unbuttoned his jeans, which he wore without a belt. Apparently he had no briefs underneath, because I could immediately see his blond pubic hair. He fingered out his semi-stiff cock and started playing with it. "So: are you going to collect your winnings now?" I stared at his hard penis as if magically drawn to it. Timo made a head movement towards me, pointing at my crotch. "It's not good that you get erect so quickly. We'll have to work on that." He toasted me provocatively with the wine glass. Now I had myself back in control. "I told you it was over. So put your thing away, Timo." "Just as you like, Mats. Just as you like." With no visible resentment, he stowed his magnificent piece back in his jeans and continued his dinner while I restlessly slid my boner back and forth, which seemed to give him pleasure. "Look, we'll make a deal: you think it over until our next meeting in two weeks. But if you decide to get it right from a real guy, there are some conditions." I was getting louder now. "Are you listening hard. I said it's over!!!" "Mhm, if that should be so, the conditions play just no role. So: first of all, I still don't want to see your little dick, even when I'm fucking you - maybe a jock will help, or you stick it to your thigh or something." "Timo, damn it!!!" "Second," he continued unconcernedly, "second, you'll be prepared when you hit here: I don't want any flushing orgies in my bathroom, and I'm used to being able to shove my cock right in. Foreplay isn't really my thing; I always find that extremely tedious with Katja already." "And third?" The question slips out quite unintentionally. "Third, it only works if you're quiet as a mouse and let me do it. I'm a little surprised myself, but somehow it makes me horny to dominate you and notice how hot my cock makes you. I´ve never met a cock-hungry girl like you. It is really an ego booster. And Katja wouldn't lick my dick clean as nicely as you do." We were silent for a while. "Another round?" he then asked, and I wasn't clear whether he meant wine or sex. I struggled to say "I gotta go!" which seemed to be okay with him. "All right, I'll walk you downstairs to the door. Just have to go to the bathroom real quick first." After he came back, I packed my things and we said goodbye like nothing had happened. He gave me the exact same Fist Bump and "No-Homo-Hug" as always. "It doesn't matter what you decide. Really. Hiking is a given though, or else it's a bit of a gamble!" I was extremely reassured by this and my decision was made: At our next meeting in two weeks, we would go back to hiking. In fact, my decision had been made and was set until I arrived home and unpacked my thing: In my toiletry bag, I found Timo's swim trunks, which had started it all. And according to the smell, he had recently jerked off in them properly. Apparently he had used the short moment in the bathroom for it and then pushed the part right into my pocket. What a perverted pig! I locked my room door, held my pants in front of my face and cull my cock as if there were no tomorrow. Hardly had I cum, my boyfriend Jonas shook the handle and asked what was going on. At the same time my smartphone gave alarm - a message from Timo: "Well, had fun?!? Now be good until we meet again!" The guy could not only read minds, but apparently also predict travel times. My good intentions were gone.